I entered the abandoned chapel, unknowing of the dangers that lay ahead for me. The father had called us up, reporting a demonic spirit that even he couldn’t exercise. My boss, tom, sent me to retrieve the demonic spirit at all cost, and not to dispose of it. That was no fun.
I could here the echo of my own footsteps as I made my way down the row of pews, always on my guard. At the front of the row, black smoke seemed to appear out of no where and a demonic face formed in the middle of it.
“Get out of my church.” It said.
“Cut the crap.” I replied. “I am not the church dwellers you so eagerly seek to scare.”
The face twisted into a maniacal grin, and the smoke disappeared, a man stood in its place. His hair was cropped off at one side and the other hung freely over his shoulders. He was wearing all black, black jacket, pants shoes, the works. When he smirked his teeth showed black as well. He was a shape shifter or a face stealer. Easy to get confused with the two.
“So you’re a hunter.” He said, looking at the silver cross around my neck, and the sword gleaming with a ghostly light in my hand.
“You catch on quick shape shifter.” I said smiling.
“If you are going to refer us to our rivals, I am going to have to kill you.” He said, starting to come forward.
I held up my sword. “Aren’t you going to kill me anyway?” I asked. The demon stopped, knowing that I indicated battle. So he was all talk and no action huh? “So whose face did you steal anyway? Some punk in a bar?”
“It was more like a disco gig.” He said with a giggle. “Good times.”
“good enough to die for?” I ask, thinking of the naïve boy whose face now occupied the face of evil.
The face stealer smiled. “you know our speicies well." he said. "plus you have such a pretty face." his face then turned to longing. face steallers are known well for there jealousy, the jelousy of beauty.
 The Legend Of The Moon · Tue Jun 03, 2008 @ 02:06pm · 0 Comments |
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